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But where has all the Tom Gone?

You may, dear reader, if you’ve been very attentive, have noticed a some unfamiliar noises about these environs of late. a creaking of shutter, a snuffling of a rodent’s snout, a whirring of the washing machine from Pornokitsch upstairs. Sounds you never would have picked up on were it not for the the total, all consuming silence that has gathered about this parish.

Fear not however! For I have not been idle in the (oh dear lord) Month and a half since I last posted, I’ve just been muddying the waters in various other corners of the internet, where kind (and somewhat unwary) souls have given me time on their blogs: